We pass each other everyday, but it feels false.I feel as if I’m someone else, like a shadow forced to watch.Though, did someone else win your heart before I did?

This thought, tortures me, and I feel like Jesus being crucified to the cross.Being friends was never the goal when we met.You were always the one. The girl, men should jump over the moon for.

The girl of my dreams. The girl that makes this wretched world worth living in.I’ve been feeling like this for awhile now. Maybe too long.But maybe if you knew this from the beginning. Maybe you’d feel the same way too.